Nancy turned and walked away. Patrick would always be trusted.

“Be careful!”

Nancy ran into Mike, an old acquaintance of Patrick’s. She was too preoccupied to realize where she was going.

Offering his condolences, Mike struck up a conversation with her. Nancy had to be polite even if she didn’t want to speak to anyone. As quickly as she could, she ended the conversation and went to her car.

Her mind replayed the baby’s ideas, but she brushed them off. But Nancy was startled when she opened the door of her automobile. The same infant was wailing as she lay in her rear seat.

Nancy glanced around. Amanda had vanished from view. She pondered, “How did this baby even get here?”

Nancy took off her jacket since it was cold and started to put it over the child.

However, when she saw a birthmark on the infant’s neck, she froze. “It’s not possible,” she whispered to herself.

Patrick’s birthmark was identical to this one. Nancy didn’t want her late spouse to be suspected of infidelity. She needed the truth now, though. She had to find out if Patrick had cheated on her.

Nancy grabbed Patrick’s hair strands from his hairbrush, drove home with the infant, and proceeded to the hospital.

She said to the counter receptionist, “Hello, I would like to have a paternity test done.”

“All right, ma’am. The woman stated, “Usually, it takes a few days to get the results.”

“Is there a way to do it faster?” Nancy inquired. “I’ll pay more.”

We do offer expedited service, though. I’ll see what I can manage. But the price will be higher.

Nancy said, “I’ll accept it.” She paid for the test and turned in Patrick’s samples.

She was waiting for the results while sitting in the corridor when the infant began to wail. Nancy took a whiff of the infant’s clothing. There was no need to change her diaper.

She must have been hungry, Nancy surmised. She drove to a supermarket and purchased baby formula, bottles, and a few diapers in case she needed them because there was still time before the results were in.

She went back to the corridor and sat there while giving the infant the formula. A nurse finally came up to her with the results after what felt like an age.

After giving her an envelope, the woman turned to leave.

As Nancy opened the results, she thought, “This is the truth, and whether I like it or not, I’ll have to accept it.”

When she read the words, “Paternity rate – 99%,” her head appeared to spin.